Bigger

[Intro]

(Got it on smash)

(OG Parker)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]

Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures

(Watch flashing like it take pictures)

Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker)

Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey)

We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas

That money be calling me, pick up (Pick up)

Don’t fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don’t switch up)

Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups)

More money, make 'em sicker (More money, make 'em)

Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger, Hol' up)

Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]

The money keep calling me (Woo!)

The racks got all of me

The rich she a masterpiece, im rich like the lottery

Im done in a flash dirty lil bitch she gone fuck for the cash

Im back in my bag, im back in my bag, I don't want the jag

Money going up, I got the Ms the hunnid's dont fold up

30 Nina the holster nigga

Put you on a poster nigga

Broke boy, he a big duck like Aflac

Foreign bitch with a big booty tell her bag back

Young nigga with the money on me no cash app

Young nigga with the choppa riding in the Maybach

My money gone talk for me, [hell naw] can't talk for fee

Knock you off they then charge em a fee

Board the jet we don’t need ID

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]

Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures (Watch flashing like it take pictures)

Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker)

Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey)

We just made another bag, let’s have a toast to all of my niggas

That money be calling me, pick up (Pick up)

Don't fold, don’t switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up)

Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups)

More money, make 'em sicker (More money, make ’em)

Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger)

Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]

Shooter aim then he said that he got em'

He stain we gone run up and rob em'

Hit a stain we gon' get it done proper

Talking money and we talking it proper

Break her down like a kit kat, give me head and I sit back

All the guap gotta get that, imma hit if her shit fat

If I wear it I drip that, the designer is mitch match

Thought I already told you

We talking money, but im not with that chit chat

She said she hungry, I got her eatin'

Where the hell is your bitch at?

She can never get a hold of me

My heart cold its low degrees

On my block niggas throw the 3s

Big bag, back overseas

[Chorus: Jay Critch]

Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures (Watch flashing like it take pictures)

Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker)

Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey)

We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas

That money be calling me, pick up (Pick up)

Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up)

Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups)

More money, make 'em sicker (More money, make 'em)

Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger)

Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)

[Verse 3: Mally Bandz]

And like paparazi she always take pictures

Gotta run up this money, gotta stack up these figures

Smoking on gas you know I don't listen

And I got them racks and it grant my wishes

Diamonds they hittin' like pitches

When you turn up they like switches

Brody he fuck up a kitchen

She text me I leave her delivered

And she say that im switching

But im just keeping my distance

Lean might fuck up my liver

And I been had a bag this shit got bigger

He ain't got no money so he out of the picture

We ain't stopping till the whole damn gang get richer

We ain't stopping till the whole damn gang got richer

Bring that bread to my momma, and you worried bout bitches

Now they like I don't see you no mo

Cause I ran up them racks and a nigga went missin'

[Chorus: Jay Critch]

Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures (Watch flashing like it take pictures)

Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker)

Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey)

We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas

That money be calling me, pick up (Pick up)

Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up)

Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups)

More money, make 'em sicker (More money, make 'em)

Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger)

Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)